L.A.’s fine, the sun shines most the time… El. Ei’s fain, de san shains mos’ de taim
And the feeling is “lay back”… En’ de filins is “ley bak”
Palm trees grow and rents are low… Palm triis gro’ en’ rents ar lo’
But you know I keep thinkin’ about… B’ yiu nou a’ kiip tdinkin’ abao
Making my way back… Meikin’ ma’ wuey bak

Well I’m New York City born and raised… Wuel a’m Niu Yiork Ciry born en’ reis’
But nowadays,… B’ naodeys
I’m lost between two shores… A’m los’ bituin tu shors
L.A.’s fine, but it ain’t home… El. Eis fain, barit ein’ joom
New York’s home,… Niu Yiorks joom
But it ain’t mine no more… Barit ein’ main no mor
“I am”… I said… “Ay em”, A’ sed
To no one there… Tu no wuan der
And no one heard at all… En’ no wuan jerarol
Not even the chair… Not iven de cher

“I am”… I cried “I am”… said I… “Ay em”, A’ crayd “Ay em”, seray
And I am lost and I can’t… En’ ay em lost en ay ken
Even say why… Iven sey wuay
Leavin’ me lonely still… Livin’ mi lonly estil

Did you ever read about a frog… Did yiu ever red abao a frog
Who dreamed of bein’ a king… Ju driim’ of biin’ a kin’
And then became one… En’ denbikeim wuan
Well except for the names… Wuel ecsept for de neims
And a few other changes… En’ a fiu oder chenyes
If you talk about me… If yiu tok abao mi
The story’s the same one… De estorrys de seim wuan

But I got an emptiness deep inside… Boray gat an em’tines diip insai’
And I’ve tried… En’ ay’ traid
But it won’t let me go… Borit wuon’ lemi go
And I’m not a man who likes to swear… En’ a’m not a man ju laiks tu suer
But I never cared… Boray never ker’
For the sound of being alone… For de saun’ of biin’ alon

“I am”… I said
To no one there
And no one heard at all
Not even the chair
“I am”… I cried “I am”… said I
And I am lost and I can’t
Even say why
“I am”… I said
“I am”… I cried… “Ay em”, ay cray
“I am”… I said